There is no need for turning back,
Lived a life on borrowed time,
There's nothing left to realize, cuz
Physicaly I'm just a shell,
I speak these words but never tell,
And though they'll never understand,
Inside, outside, each side is bland,
I never thought of giving up, but
Quitters never lose enough,
To stick around I'd just wither,
Away from here, away from mother earth.
The odd's are great, the chips are stacked,
The stakes are high, the pressure cracks,
The armor's strained, defenses low,
With all I've done, for all you know,
Took so long for me to learn about,
This wasted time will only smoke you out,
To stick around I'd only wither,
Pent up inside, this only triggers hurt!
What's this all worth?
Why all the work?
(Pent up inside, this only triggers hurt!)
Oh mother earth!
Source of my birth!
(But swept aside, it lingers in the dirt!)